Love is a beacon - every other emotion follows love, good or bad, happy or sad.

Blithely and sprightly Love laughed in the face of her callers, and insulted, Insult and Pain walked from her door

He looked everywhere for her, and at long last, tired and defeated, he lay down n shut his eyes so he wudnt cry - and there she was, waiting for him in his mind's eye

My inner self is mine, and I shall defend and maintain its integrity against all the powers of hell. - James Weldon Johnson